“We have a long night ahead of us, Cody. I suggest you stop screaming or you’ll go hoarse long before midnight.”
His scream, which had apparently kept going, cut off abruptly at Antonio’s words.
“What happens at midnight?” he asked with a gasping breath as the pain in his hand continued to scream silently all on its own. He wanted to throw up…no, he was going to throw up… The pain worked its way upward, spreading through his body. His hand was a bloody mess and he couldn’t stop staring at the odd way white shards of broken bones poked out at odd angles from his skin.
was“Carriages turn back to pumpkins, horses to mice, and I slit your throat and leave you somewhere for Emery to find.”
Shit. What the hell do I say to that?
Shit. What the hell do I say to that?Cody’s churning insides we
